It has been a year of extremes. Looking back never makes a lot of sense to me because there isn’t much we can do about the past beyond hopefully learning from our mistakes.
I’m looking forward to a new year, to a new beginning.
At some point before the new school year begins, after we have had some closure on some challenges in our life, I would like to move back home to Texas, back to where life made more sense to me.
I dream about having a small place in the country, nothing fancy, just a place where I can sit out on the porch and see Texas Bluebonnets across the field, a place where my daughter can laugh again, a place where we can truly enjoy the simple things in life.
A few months back, I started working out at the gym every day. This is something that I intend to continue throughout the new year. It isn’t that I have suddenly become a fitness nut. It is more that it just makes me feel good, you know?
During a workout, I get in this zone where I can shut everything else out. Nothing exists but the music in my ears, and taking the next step, or finishing the next set of reps. Unless of course I am working out on the thigh machine, in which case I spend a lot of time adding up how much money I am gonna have to put in the cuss jar when I get home.
The feeling that happens after a workout though is almost addictive. It is a feeling of believing that you can accomplish just about anything.
I am thinking that at 46 years old, it might be about time to figure out who I am too. I have spent so many years being someone that others thought I should be, that I never quite figured out who I am inside.
Well, that and I would like to be able to open a jar of Vlasic pickles when there isn’t a man around to do it for me. As long as I am at it, it would be nice to know how to drive a fence post in the ground without dislocating a shoulder in the process too.
Maybe I will spend the year being less afraid to try new things, like learning to play the guitar. Or, maybe I will just spend more time watching PRCA bull riding and drooling over the cowboys. 🙂
Did I mention PRCA bull riding is coming to Batesville in January?
Lord have mercy, I really think I should be there to photograph every single moment of the event, don’t you? Maybe do a few interviews?
I don’t know what this next year has in store. I only know that I am not going to spend it looking back. As I do with most things in life, I am just gonna take things one day at a time.
Thanks for being a part of my life!